What a lovely herb. Though I’ve never really tried it. Or ever been wise. Time is running out and I’m sure I won’t be any wiser and be just as hungry. Good job I have a tongue.
a sage man walked the street near my house but always turned down Selfridge before I could catch him. Many times I tried but find him or where he stayed but he eluded me.
This word reminds me of a store that used to be near my local Meijer grocery store. When I was little, I always wondered what was inside this store that was called “Sagebrush.” I always imagined a store full of art and paint, or maybe it was a store that sold plants. It wasn’t until one day that I found it it was a clothing store.
sage is wise. It’s also a kind of herb. Sage is used in some very delicious meals, but I like to think of sage as a wise man. Someone who knows where you’re going is a sage. Someone who can tell you how to get there is a sage. they are beautiful people, and you find them everyday in our society. We just have to look.
She cuts a piece of chicken and stabs it with her fork. She does not look at the others at the table as she lifts the bite to her mouth but she can feel the weight of their eyes on her. She tries to ignore the thick silence that surrounds her as the taste of sage and smoke fill her.
Sage advice comes from an unexpected place. Someone less old but more wise with experience and insight, observation and compassion. If only my own wisdom sufficed to follow it.
sage seems like a cool name, idk boy or girl. i like girl better but its a good color for a kitchen kinda ironic bc its also a spice/herb you use in the kitchen, no but i really like it as a name actually its really different! but not too crazy like apple idk ill think about it
i was hoping for a different word. but sage must be word of the day. last time I wrote about Mexican sage, the soft velvety flower i love to touch – just as much each time. but sage is also something i could use more of. the wisdom type. maybe i need to put down the keypad and do what’s been on my to do list.
Sage. I don’t know much about it, except it’s an herb? I love the way the word sounds. I know you can burn sage, but I’ve never done it. There’s a sportscaster on SportsCenter with the name Sage. I like it for her, but I wouldn’t name my kid Sage. I just can’t see one of my kids being a “Sage”. I have said sage many times, and I want to keep saying it.
Being the smart kid on the block was cool… while it lasted. Always having something intelligent to say. Always being picked first for Jeopardy (and last for kickball). Always being nominated for most likely to succeed. But it wasn’t meant to last. One day as I sat down in Grammar class, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked up, and was immediately stunned. Clutching a book to her chest, there she was — asking to sit next to me. As her flowery fragrance flooded my senses, I felt the cold, fearful walls of intelligence crash down upon me. I was speechless. She stood there, earnestly waiting for a response. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. But as I searched the depths of her beautiful emerald eyes, I found the courage to say one word — ‘sure’.
Sage is an herb that grew in abundance when we were living in California. Not that I saw many bushes or stands or how ever one describes a multitude of the plant; we smelled it all the time. That and rosemary. But it was the desert sage that really caught your nose when the wind blew through the open windows on a Wednesday after work.
This is my dog, she…
She left us not too long ago.
Left us with questions.
Left us with ache.
She trotted off beyond our gaze
Finding refuge
Beneath a weeping willow
Sage… spices… food. Right now I am hungry. Last week was eating disorder awareness week, which made me paranoid b/c I eat one meal on some days b/c of my class schedule. T___T
Aww, shucks, I have no idea what a sage is! Ok, well, it rhymes with Gage, and thats a name for a guy. Well, not even because I think some chicks are called Gage. Damm I type freaking SLOW. WHAT IS A SAGE?! DX
sage- my sixth grade vocab word, the word i never could memorize. i always sat there and thought SAGE. what is it?
now i know it is a spice of some sort and a wise man, a sage-like being, you see. that is what i have learned about sage. it’s actually quite unimportant, i think. when am i going to use the word sage in real life? seriously, i dont think i’ll go chatting up some random about sages.
wise person, mature, good for advice. Also a seaoning or herb for cooking. I think too of the old west, stage coaches John Wayne and robbers. I like the wets with it’s view and wild history. Went on a hike therre twices now with my kids. Once drove through a huge valley in Montana. Watch some cowboys and a dog herding cattle. Often thought about having a house with big porch over looking my ranch.
sage. Years ago, in my music class, we used to have to sing a song: Paisley, sage, rosemary and thyme… I could never quite figure out the second word, but now I can.
Maybe I blanked it out, because I hated that time. I never
sage. i remember a song that used to be sung in our music class: paisley sage rosemary and thyme… i never quite could figure out in hindsight what the word after paisley was. t used to be a blank.
i never liked my music teacher, back then. i was horrible in music class, way too
wise old bird who is kinda herby in a plant or planet sense and owl whose oul wisdom engenders trust and belief previously unknown here anyway but forward we go and hope that the mentor mentors and the future futures
You know, when my parents told me I was a Sprite, I thought they were crazy – who wouldn’t? – but then I was introduce to the other four Sprites who live with Johnny and then I somehow got to meet Sage, and it all became reality for me. Sage is the Sprite leader, of sorts. He knows everything, even though he’s really forgetful and easily distracted.
Smudged on foreheads, burning in the corner we remembered him. He was lost when a huge earthquake hit India, where he was visiting. He had come on pilgrimage and lost his life in the ashram he loved. It is the first memory of loss, at age nine.
You were always a Sprite, young one. why do you think you try to stay out of the sunlight? It isn’t just because you’re an internet-addicted Monster. You’re also part Sprite, and you tend to not show yourself to others by nature. But Johnny’s an exception. So is Gwen. You actually have something with Johnny my young-
Sage is a wonderful seasoning, a plant in the desert, and a wise person. What do these three definition have in common? All three describe someone or something that enrich our lives. The seasoning adds flavor to our food, the plant holds onto the desert soil and produces a wild plan that looks pretty and provides a home to tiny creatures, and the wise person helps us understand things we might otherwise have not even noticed.
When Sage first told me that I was part Sprite, I was already in shock as it was, because my parents told me that I was part Sprite -somethign I’m still trying to figure out – and I guess that getting it confirmed by an actual sprite was something that was actually making it sink in for me, I suppose.
When I heard that Sage died, I was awfully sad about that, but I didn’t mind it, really. I mean, I’ve always got Johnny and Gwen and the rest of the Sprites. the other sprites in Grotto’s Grove come to me for everything now. I’m still unsure as to why that is.
Johnny ‘s nice and all, but Sage was the one we always went to for just about everything. Because, I mean, I’m a Sprite. All of us in Grotto’s Grove are. We go to Johnny for all the human-related things that we need to know about, and we go to Sage for everything else. Because Sage is the head Sprite. But I like living with Johnny, though, which is probably because I’m part human.
This word is unfamliar to me. The point? There is none. Is it round? Is it flat? Is it democratic? Is it republian? Disappointment floods me. I will never know. And neither will you. Brace yourself.
sage reminds me of the kitchen and toothaches. My grand mother made sage tea for my grandfather when his tooth ached. In the old kitchen on the old wood stove.
I lean down to pick the sage stems. The smell of the herb leaves me in awe. I clump the stems toghether and tie them with a string. I run back down the path, back to my parents.
I was a sage in my past life – the effects are still there! People still come to me seeking remedies – pills of magic for foolishness or pain. They forgot – I didn’t ask for repeat.
I wonder through the garden.
Pieces of sage fall on the ground
with a rustle of the plants.
A snake slithers through the mud.
Rain drops fall on my head.
I am at peace.
This word reminds me of the outside and nature. It makes me think of walking through the woods breathing in the fresh air and renewing my faith and beliefs. When I’m outside I know I believe in the right things.
its food, its like very pretty and green and tastes nice with burnt butter apparently, i wouldnt know because i think it tastes kind of bitter, or maybe i burnt the butter, but its a herb, and a pretty name for a girl, or a boy, i dunno. I wouldnt call my girl Sage but, hey, who knows. Anyway its classified as a woody herb. and yeah…. ummmmmmmm lol well i thought about it too much
What a lovely herb. Though I’ve never really tried it. Or ever been wise. Time is running out and I’m sure I won’t be any wiser and be just as hungry. Good job I have a tongue.
a sage man walked the street near my house but always turned down Selfridge before I could catch him. Many times I tried but find him or where he stayed but he eluded me.
This word reminds me of a store that used to be near my local Meijer grocery store. When I was little, I always wondered what was inside this store that was called “Sagebrush.” I always imagined a store full of art and paint, or maybe it was a store that sold plants. It wasn’t until one day that I found it it was a clothing store.
sage is wise. It’s also a kind of herb. Sage is used in some very delicious meals, but I like to think of sage as a wise man. Someone who knows where you’re going is a sage. Someone who can tell you how to get there is a sage. they are beautiful people, and you find them everyday in our society. We just have to look.
She cuts a piece of chicken and stabs it with her fork. She does not look at the others at the table as she lifts the bite to her mouth but she can feel the weight of their eyes on her. She tries to ignore the thick silence that surrounds her as the taste of sage and smoke fill her.
Sage advice comes from an unexpected place. Someone less old but more wise with experience and insight, observation and compassion. If only my own wisdom sufficed to follow it.
sage seems like a cool name, idk boy or girl. i like girl better but its a good color for a kitchen kinda ironic bc its also a spice/herb you use in the kitchen, no but i really like it as a name actually its really different! but not too crazy like apple idk ill think about it
Sage advice from an aged, withered woman who lives at the edge of the forest. Wise words indeed.
i was hoping for a different word. but sage must be word of the day. last time I wrote about Mexican sage, the soft velvety flower i love to touch – just as much each time. but sage is also something i could use more of. the wisdom type. maybe i need to put down the keypad and do what’s been on my to do list.
Sage. I don’t know much about it, except it’s an herb? I love the way the word sounds. I know you can burn sage, but I’ve never done it. There’s a sportscaster on SportsCenter with the name Sage. I like it for her, but I wouldn’t name my kid Sage. I just can’t see one of my kids being a “Sage”. I have said sage many times, and I want to keep saying it.
Being the smart kid on the block was cool… while it lasted. Always having something intelligent to say. Always being picked first for Jeopardy (and last for kickball). Always being nominated for most likely to succeed. But it wasn’t meant to last. One day as I sat down in Grammar class, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. I looked up, and was immediately stunned. Clutching a book to her chest, there she was — asking to sit next to me. As her flowery fragrance flooded my senses, I felt the cold, fearful walls of intelligence crash down upon me. I was speechless. She stood there, earnestly waiting for a response. Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. But as I searched the depths of her beautiful emerald eyes, I found the courage to say one word — ‘sure’.
Sage is an herb that grew in abundance when we were living in California. Not that I saw many bushes or stands or how ever one describes a multitude of the plant; we smelled it all the time. That and rosemary. But it was the desert sage that really caught your nose when the wind blew through the open windows on a Wednesday after work.
a type of plant, age- how old someone is, sag- pants too low, sage- a spice OMG WRITE. out of words. A plant(: durr
This is my dog, she…
She left us not too long ago.
Left us with questions.
Left us with ache.
She trotted off beyond our gaze
Finding refuge
Beneath a weeping willow
Sage… spices… food. Right now I am hungry. Last week was eating disorder awareness week, which made me paranoid b/c I eat one meal on some days b/c of my class schedule. T___T
Aww, shucks, I have no idea what a sage is! Ok, well, it rhymes with Gage, and thats a name for a guy. Well, not even because I think some chicks are called Gage. Damm I type freaking SLOW. WHAT IS A SAGE?! DX
sage- my sixth grade vocab word, the word i never could memorize. i always sat there and thought SAGE. what is it?
now i know it is a spice of some sort and a wise man, a sage-like being, you see. that is what i have learned about sage. it’s actually quite unimportant, i think. when am i going to use the word sage in real life? seriously, i dont think i’ll go chatting up some random about sages.
wise person, mature, good for advice. Also a seaoning or herb for cooking. I think too of the old west, stage coaches John Wayne and robbers. I like the wets with it’s view and wild history. Went on a hike therre twices now with my kids. Once drove through a huge valley in Montana. Watch some cowboys and a dog herding cattle. Often thought about having a house with big porch over looking my ranch.
sage. Years ago, in my music class, we used to have to sing a song: Paisley, sage, rosemary and thyme… I could never quite figure out the second word, but now I can.
Maybe I blanked it out, because I hated that time. I never
sage. i remember a song that used to be sung in our music class: paisley sage rosemary and thyme… i never quite could figure out in hindsight what the word after paisley was. t used to be a blank.
i never liked my music teacher, back then. i was horrible in music class, way too
wise old bird who is kinda herby in a plant or planet sense and owl whose oul wisdom engenders trust and belief previously unknown here anyway but forward we go and hope that the mentor mentors and the future futures
You know, when my parents told me I was a Sprite, I thought they were crazy – who wouldn’t? – but then I was introduce to the other four Sprites who live with Johnny and then I somehow got to meet Sage, and it all became reality for me. Sage is the Sprite leader, of sorts. He knows everything, even though he’s really forgetful and easily distracted.
Smudged on foreheads, burning in the corner we remembered him. He was lost when a huge earthquake hit India, where he was visiting. He had come on pilgrimage and lost his life in the ashram he loved. It is the first memory of loss, at age nine.
You were always a Sprite, young one. why do you think you try to stay out of the sunlight? It isn’t just because you’re an internet-addicted Monster. You’re also part Sprite, and you tend to not show yourself to others by nature. But Johnny’s an exception. So is Gwen. You actually have something with Johnny my young-
Sage is a wonderful seasoning, a plant in the desert, and a wise person. What do these three definition have in common? All three describe someone or something that enrich our lives. The seasoning adds flavor to our food, the plant holds onto the desert soil and produces a wild plan that looks pretty and provides a home to tiny creatures, and the wise person helps us understand things we might otherwise have not even noticed.
When Sage first told me that I was part Sprite, I was already in shock as it was, because my parents told me that I was part Sprite -somethign I’m still trying to figure out – and I guess that getting it confirmed by an actual sprite was something that was actually making it sink in for me, I suppose.
When I heard that Sage died, I was awfully sad about that, but I didn’t mind it, really. I mean, I’ve always got Johnny and Gwen and the rest of the Sprites. the other sprites in Grotto’s Grove come to me for everything now. I’m still unsure as to why that is.
Johnny ‘s nice and all, but Sage was the one we always went to for just about everything. Because, I mean, I’m a Sprite. All of us in Grotto’s Grove are. We go to Johnny for all the human-related things that we need to know about, and we go to Sage for everything else. Because Sage is the head Sprite. But I like living with Johnny, though, which is probably because I’m part human.
One of those beings who could either be full of wisdom and guide a hero of their times or one of those who is a pervert pretending to be wise.
This word is unfamliar to me. The point? There is none. Is it round? Is it flat? Is it democratic? Is it republian? Disappointment floods me. I will never know. And neither will you. Brace yourself.
Wise, an elderly man with a long beard, giving advice to the younger generation. comes from being alive through many different time periods.
sage reminds me of the kitchen and toothaches. My grand mother made sage tea for my grandfather when his tooth ached. In the old kitchen on the old wood stove.
the sage colored chair
sits in the middle
of your room that you paint
drips
off the tarp
and you laugh out loud
i hate messes
but you clean them up
I lean down to pick the sage stems. The smell of the herb leaves me in awe. I clump the stems toghether and tie them with a string. I run back down the path, back to my parents.
I was a sage in my past life – the effects are still there! People still come to me seeking remedies – pills of magic for foolishness or pain. They forgot – I didn’t ask for repeat.
I wonder through the garden.
Pieces of sage fall on the ground
with a rustle of the plants.
A snake slithers through the mud.
Rain drops fall on my head.
I am at peace.
This word reminds me of the outside and nature. It makes me think of walking through the woods breathing in the fresh air and renewing my faith and beliefs. When I’m outside I know I believe in the right things.
I walk through the sage fields, the smell overpowering me. I lean down, grabbing the hem of my dress, to pick up some stems.
its food, its like very pretty and green and tastes nice with burnt butter apparently, i wouldnt know because i think it tastes kind of bitter, or maybe i burnt the butter, but its a herb, and a pretty name for a girl, or a boy, i dunno. I wouldnt call my girl Sage but, hey, who knows. Anyway its classified as a woody herb. and yeah…. ummmmmmmm lol well i thought about it too much
The man beneath the tree sang softly of a life he never knew. But in knowing that he did not know, he found a wisdom and security in his ignorance.